“Objected to,” cried the district attorney.
“Objection sustained,” snapped the judge.
“How long did she remain on her second visit?”
“About a half hour. I never knew what she came at all for. She just floated in and out.” Rosita waved her arm with enchanting grace.
“Did she tell you why she came the third time?”
“Because she had no other place to go to. She said no hotel would take her in.”
“She said that her old landlady had refused to admit her, did she not?”
“Si, señor.”
“Yes, yes!—and that in her terrible extremity she naturally turned to the friend of her childhood?”
“Si!” and Rosita wept.